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The Rad-End is set in a Multiverse. The parasitic Fresh (plural) come up with a plan. Originally, the intention was for feasting. However, their demeanor will change for the worst. It is up to the Multiverse's residents to either save or...
Cross awoke somewhere new. White void... Filled to the brim with nothing but furbies, a sofa, and other junk. Seems the walls were being graffitied. Whoever was here had recently left or hid. Cross shuddered at the thought of where and how he got here. He sees an open door. Oh. It... Wait, are those blueprints? He sees blueprints for a throne. Eugh. He notices papers about plans and such. Seems they aren't in the rad slang they speak in.
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Seems old. He stuffs the paper into his pocket, searching around more. He decides to enter the open door, curious.
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"Hello?" Cross calls out to the darkness. He feels like he's being watched. The door behind him shuts. Cross whips around. "H-Hey! Show yourself!-" . . . "Then so be it." A voice responds.
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A glowy, familiar eye-socket glimmers in the darkness. . . . Fresh. "Y-YOU! You took Error...!" Cross growled, shoving the skeleton. "You took... Everybody. Literally, even!" Cross glared the face down. "This is all your fault...!" Cross chuckled. "Fault... Heh heh..." He howls with laughter. "AAHAHAHA!!" Cross grabs at his sides, laughing manically. His laughter stops, though. Fresh puts a finger on Cross's mouth. "Shhh, XBrah... Yo'll wake 'm up!" He snickered, gesturing to the door. Cross's eye-lights shrank. "Hah... Oh, it'd be a shame...!" Cross snickered, chuckling. "Oh... At this point... I don't care anymore! After all, I'm immune! Immune, I tell you!!" Cross sobs, laughing. "H-Heh... Heheheh!!" He suddenly tackles Fresh to the door, it opening. The darkened shadows go to light. Things are visible, at least. Cross pummels his fists into Fresh, laughing. Fresh!X-Chara frowns. "XBrah... Yo' kno' d'ey gonna wakey wakey 'round d'is time, yeah?" The radical ghost snickers. "I guess yo'... Ain't in d'a right mind? Hahaha!" He laughs at the joke, then forces Cross off of Fresh. Fresh gets up, grinning. "Cross-Dawg. Lis'en. D'is can go two ways. One. Get out. Or, d'a one I'd prefer; two!" Fresh gets his Radical Swingin' Baseball Bat out. "W e . . . H a v e . . . S o m e . . . F u n !" Purple flames emit from underneath his shades. He raises the bat, Cross scrambling away and getting up. He runs. Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Sto-- . . . Cross stops. "Y'know what...?" He smiles. "Do it." He doesn't face Fresh, but he knows he's there. "Do it. Just do it. Get it over with!" He pleads. Fresh lowers the bat. "Yo' sure, homie?" His grin grew. "'Sides..." He forces Cross to turn around, removing his shades. "I don't d'ink y'er fully immune!" He shoves Cross to the ground. "Gh!-" Cross coughs. "I-I'm immune, y'hear me?! Ha!! Ahaha!!!" Cross starts crying. "He....lp..... Hurt.....s .... Haha.... Gh... Heh. Hehehehe!" He grabs the parasite before it bit onto his half of a SOUL, squeezing it tightly. It screeched, retreating back into the host-body. Fresh growls. "Jeez, XBrah! Jus' chill-ax, yo'! D'at actually hurts!" He impales spikes into Cross. "Ggahahahah!! AHAAHAHA!!" He laughed the pain away, forcing himself up. There were holes in him now. "Hey, Fresh? Go suck a [WHOPPER]." He weakly summoned a portal, but he was too late. A horde has appeared. "Urk! Can't... Deal with.... This.... Right now!" He limped, trying to reach the . . . Portal's gone. Cross falls to the ground, sobbing. "I just want out! I WANT OUT OF THIS [HECK]! LET ME THE [FUNK] OUT!" He beats his fists into the blank ground, sobbing further. "Please... I... Heh. Heheheh.... HahahahahahAHAHA!!!" Cross weakly stands, staggering. "You're all... IDIOTS! Complete and utter idiots! Pff... Heheheh...!!" Cross summoned OVERWRITE. "I won't hesitate, [BENCHES]!" Press. . . . CANNOT OVERWRITE ERROR! ERROR! ERROR! The button faded, and Cross finally fell limp on the ground. His bones shaky, until he passes out. "Uu.... Ugh.... Heh.... Eheh-..." . . . Cross heard something before he passed out... " This is all just a bad dream
THAT YOU'RE NEVER WAKING UP FROM! " Followed by laughter. Then, all he saw was darkness for a while. Maybe only a little? He felt like he was floating. A dark limbo-- It was dark yet seeable. It was safe yet worrisome. Darkness. Dark, darker, yet darker. The darkness keeps growing. Shadows, cutting deeper. This next experiment will be... Very, very interesting... What do you think, friend?
